Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2010 12:55:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Fred InMD
Subject: What Took Me So Long? (No Sex category)
This story is essentially true, and it happened to me. Some details were
changed, but not many. As it is my first submission to Nifty, your
comments, positive or critical are encouraged and welcomed. You can
contact me at: aphastic1@yahoo.com
What Took Me So Long?
By Aphastic One
My partner and I owned a house in the suburbs. He commuted to work every
day and I, being a consultant, worked at home a lot. Everybody on the
street sort of knew we were gay, and they were pretty much cool with it.
All of the houses were close to each other, separated by only about 50
feet. Each house had a sliding patio door in the rear and most were backed
by acres of undeveloped woodland.
One summer, I got ambitious and decided to build a huge deck behind my
house. I worked on it almost every afternoon and evening. My next-door
neighbor was a single working mom with two young girls and an older son.
The boy was about 19 and had been looking for a job. He couldn't find
anything at all that summer, so he was at home alone much of the time. I
had heard that he had a girlfriend, but she lived a few miles away and he
didn't have a car. Anyway, I never saw them together.
One day I was either cutting the grass in my back yard or working on my
deck. I happened to look up and saw him standing, almost invisible, inside
his patio doorway. He was tall, perhaps 6'2" and very skinny. He could not
have weighed more than 140 lbs. He was of mixed race with black, curly
hair and he was quite good-looking. But when I saw him in the doorway, the
first thing I noticed was that he was stark naked. The next thing I
noticed was a penis that was the longest I had ever seen in my life; its
length was exaggerated perhaps, by his too-slender frame. Even soft, it
hung almost to his knees.
I was shocked to say the least! I had no idea how long he had been
standing there in the shadows looking at me. When he realized that I
staring at him he just slowly turned around and disappeared back inside.
Well, this became a pattern that went on for several weeks. Naturally, I
found lots of excuses to work in my back yard. The deck construction was
way ahead of schedule. The lawn was in better shape than ever. Even my bf
was amazed at my apparent energy and motivation.
Most days my voyeurism went unrewarded. He would appear only once or
twice a week. But when it happened, he would be standing there naked,
staring dead-pan at me, and occasionally wrapping a hand around that
splendid, soft, dark meat, languidly jacking it in slow motion. Then he
would slowly turn around and make sure that I got a good look at that
luscious, round, little brown butt before he disappeared.
For the life of me I couldn't figure out what he was doing. Or why. I
always had assumed that he was straight. Was he teasing me? Was he daring
me? Was he trying to entrap me? All I knew was that he was driving me
crazy!
I didn't know what to do. He never spoke; he never gave me any sign or
gesture. And I didn't dare approach him or cross over into his back yard,
or confront him in any way. I was just too scared to do anything but stare
back and try to maintain my composure. Occasionally I would nod, smile,
and give a little wave, trying to look friendly yet quizzical. This went on
for several weeks.
Then one afternoon he came out the patio door dressed in a t-shirt and
khaki shorts that incidentally, were a tad too short to completely conceal
the length of that astonishing appendage. He was carrying what looked like
some laundry. I assumed he was going to hang the stuff on his mom's
clothesline down at the end of their back yard. But as I watched, he
continued walking with it, past the clothesline and down into the dense
woods beyond. He was soon out of sight.
I couldn't figure out what was going on. I hesitated for five or ten
minutes before curiosity got the best of me. I cautiously followed his path
pretty far down into the woods where I caught sight of him through the
trees and brush. He was in a little clearing. A down-filled comforter and
sheet were spread out on the ground and he was lying there on his back. He
was naked, stunningly erect, hands locked behind his head, grinning evilly
up at me.
As I approached through the brush, he rose up on one elbow, looked up at
me and asked, "What took you so long?"